回到湖南老家已是深夜。躺在床上,耳边的蛙鸣声,此起彼伏,悦耳动听。寂静的山村里,这蛙鸣,便是黑夜中独有的天籁。辗转反侧,一路的疲惫和辛劳,在那刻,却在蛙声的洗礼中消失无踪。没有了半点睡意,于是披衣出屋,想到田间走走。仰头遥望,天空中没有月亮, Back home in Hunan is late at night. Lying in bed, frog ears, one after another, sweet and pleasant. The silence of the village, this frog, it is the unique sounds of the night. Tossing and turning, all the way tired and toil, at that moment, but disappeared in the frog baptism. Without the slightest drowsiness, so the clothes out of the house, think of the field walk. Looking upward, there is no moon in the sky,